Invisible Children is hosting an event called The Rescue of Joseph Kony’s Child Soldiers.
Go to http://www.invisiblechildren.com/april2009/index-en.html
Watch the video to learn more about Joseph Kony and his child soldiers.
If you would like to attend this even and you live in Bolivar, MO, I’ll be driving up. You should join.
I drink a ton of soda. A crazy amount. I have never participated in lent but I think this year I will give up soda. I figured this because I drink soda 4 to 5 times a day. So every time I want soda I will be reminded to pray or read my Bible and stuff.
I think this will be a good way to remind me to focus more on God.
Bye Soda.
Graphic design. I barely know how to use photoshop much less anything else. But the strange thing is I really love it. I love creating my own designs. I found a design contest online and thought why not? The theme for the contest was “Why blog?” It looked like something I could do so I created a few different thing then picked my two favorites. When I couldn’t pick one I asked a few people who know way more than me which one they liked better. Then I submitted the one that they liked. Which strangly was a unanimous vote. The 1st place winner gets $400, $400 in infection products, a wordpress hoodie, mug, and t-shirt, and 5% of the net sales from the submited design. Other winners get $100, $400 infection products, a wordpress t-shirt and 5% of the net sales from their design. I thought that sounded cool and if I didn’t win it would still be fun to design something for a real purpose. I honestly don’t think I will win because, like I said I know nothing about this graphic design thing. Here is my entry.
What do you think?
I made a new blog focused on my trip to South Africa this summer.
I am going to South Africa with Westside Family Church from June 4th to August 8th, that’s 7 weeks! I made a new blog to keep the people who are supporting me through prayer and cash involved in this adventure.
Go, read, enjoy.
kairosbrianna.wordpress.com
“Words to Build a Life On” -Mike Crawford
Blessed when the plans
That you so carefully laid
End up in the junkyard
With all the trash you made
How much of our plans are sitting in a junk yard? What plans of ours are we still holding on to?
I was thinking about something today.
While in South Africa we all took our campers to the beach. A little girl, Shekinah was holding my hand as the beach came into view. She looked up at me, pointed to the ocean and said, “What’s that?” I answered, “The ocean.” She looked back confused and had a look of disappointment on her face, “I thought we were going to the beach.” I tried to explain, “The water is called the ocean. What we are walking on is sand. When they meet it’s called a beach.”
Oh how I miss it.
Sometimes there is nothing left to do but close your eyes and jump.
When your world comes crashing down
What will you do.
Run. Turn your back.
Cry. Miss what could have been.
Or will you jump.
Jump into the heart of your unknown future
Not planned by human hands.
But molded ever so carefully
by the loving hands of God.
When your plans for your future break down what will you do?
I have had Suki for about 5 years. She is a English Mastiff. Suki is my favorite friend. She is a very special part of the family.
Lately She has been more talkative then normal. She was in pain. Today I woke up to a crying dog.
She laid with me all day. If I left her she would whine. My dad told me that she had been having trouble with her back legs.
When my mom got home Suki was fed then went out back and sat down. She has trouble getting back into the house because there are ramps she has to walk up. She laid down and would not come in because her legs were hurting her too much. We walked out and tried walking her in, bribing her with food. Nothing worked. I really didn’t know what we were going to do. After a while my mom and I pulled a blanket under her tummy and lifted her up, bringing her in to the house. (Which is quite an act because she weighs 180ish lbs) So we got her in and she complained for a while. I’m sleeping on the living room couch for tonight just in case she wakes up hurting. She is going to the vet tomorrow too get checked out. Besides her back legs she is also doing this strange snorting thing and has an ear infection. Yup, that’s my baby.
I am really scared of loosing her. If you pray, please pray for her. If you have something against praying for animals then pray for my family and me. Seeing Suki hurting is really hard.
Tomorrow I turn 19 years old.
Freaky. I am not a kid anymore. Super freaky.
I think this past year has been pretty good.
In my 18th year I…
Became way closer to my mom.
Got a job at a after school daycare program.
Got turned down to the college I wanted to go to.
Raised $3000 to go to South Africa.
Went to South Africa.
Fell in love with South Africa.
Visited SBU.
Realized that maybe it was a good thing Moody Bible didn’t accept me.
Graduated from high school.
Realized that the people I graduated with were a bunch of strangers.
Went to Mexico and got really sick.
Seriously considered skipping college.
Got accepted to SBU.
Decided maybe I needed college.
Was enrolled for my first college classes.
Went to Hawaii and California with family.
Realized that as much as I wanted it to be, California isn’t my home anymore.
Bought stuff for my college dorm room.
Went to college.
Made friends.
Ate really horrible school food.
Loved my New Testament History class.
Drove home a lot.
Missed my family like crazy.
Learned how to take care of myself.
Missed friends.
Wanted to take my dog to college.
Missed my sisters birthday for the first time.
Survived my first semester of college.
Had a awesome Christmas.
Decided to apply for a 7 week internship in South Africa.
Brought in 2009.
Yea it has been a good year.
Goals for my 19th year:
Grow. Learn. Explore.
I have had an active imagination since I was young. Since I was 12 years old I have always imagined what it would be like to be a missionary. Travel the world telling people about God and helping anyone who needed it.
I still daydream quite a bit about one day moving overseas but my daydreams are quite different today. When I first began imagining what being a missionary would be the picture I painted out in my head where much like the images my memory had retained of Tijuana, Mexico, the only poverty I had encountered. On the hillsides of the city sat shacks constructed out of scraps people find laying around. This is all I knew as poverty. Poverty, people living in what most children in the US would call a clubhouse. That was all I thought was to it. At 12 years old the thought of going up against what I knew as poverty did not seem daunting, terrifying, or near impossible. It seemed like the way I am suppose to spend my life.
Today the word poverty means more to me then people living in shacks. It is people who are sick, starving, hurting, without care, without help, without Him.
People who are lost.
Today the thought of one day being an overseas missionary is daunting, terrifying, near impossible, and the way I am suppose to spend my life.
Everyday a new fear pops into my head. I’m too disorganized, too shy, too scared of flying, too easily grossed out, too emotional, too attached to my family, too young, not knowledgeable enough to be an overseas missionary.
And everyday God finds some way of kicking that fear right out of my head.
I guess what I am trying to say is no matter how scared I get of this path God has lead me to I am not giving up. No matter how much the new things I am learning about this path scares me I am not going to turn my back on it.
Booyah!
